New Year? New Me?
Peter Pan Imagine
Author: Joi A. Wade
Requested: “ I love New Year, New me. It’s amazing and I love the ending, but is it over or not” Guess not.
Warning: Swearing, Fluff
To say Y/n was excited about the New Year was an understatement. She was ready for this somewhat decent year to be over with and a new one to greet her and her…other half. She wandered around the party her best friend was hosting, having small talk with whoever passed by and drinking the champagne in her hand. Y/n came by herself, with the exception of her little one, but as soon as they passed the front door she went sprinting somewhere in the large house; promising her mommy that she was just going to play with the other kids.
At first, Y/n was a little skeptical. This was the second year, whenever herself or her friends would have a get together for New Years, where her cute little self would leave to run around the house for a long period of time and then show back up when the ball was dropping; to share a little ‘mommy and me’ new year’s kiss (on the cheeks, of course). Y/n never really looked for anyone to replace the man figure in her life, or her daughter’s, because she never really felt like she needed to at the moment. Once she found out she was having a girl, that was the closer that she would be okay without a father figure, and so far she was right…sort of.
Y/n would always hate the look on her baby girl’s face whenever she would see a mother and child on the street, accompanied by a father. But, that was all she would do, just look and never speak about it. The only time she brought it up was Christmas not too long ago, saying, ‘Mama, will Santa bring me a daddy this year?’ Y/n had to leave the room just so she wouldn’t let the whole family see her cry. Sometimes Y/n’s thoughts would drift toward…you know who. Where he was, how he was doing, the cliche stuff. Her daughter was slowly starting to look like him everyday; his ears, his button nose, his charming smile…even his goddamn eyebrows.
Everyday she was a reminder who her father was.
Walking around for a little while, updating people on herself and asking about their lives as well, Y/n happily excepted another glass of champagne, enjoying how it calmed her nerves of her nowhere-to-be-found daughter. Her name is Kensington (Kenz-ing-ton), like the garden in London. Somewhere Peter always said he wanted to visit, and if he couldn’t, at least name his first born child that. Safe to say it kinda stuck. Y/n loves her very much, but she was definitely a handful. May have Y/n’s beautiful looks, but sadly her daddy’s personality. She didn’t want to admit it, at least not out loud, but she missed the bugger…
Sighing, Y/n set down the half empty glass on a nearby table, leaning against the wall while scanning the area once more for her daughter’s Mickey Mouse shirt. Next to her someone had cleared their throat rather loudly, snapping her from her thoughts. Looking as to where it came from, she gave a friendly smile at the familiar face.
“Hello, Felix, nice to see you again. It’s been, what, two years?”
“Yeah, it has. Wow, you look fantastic! How’s life in the big city treating you and the little one?”
“Pretty well, actually. Kens really loves the parks they offer, the shops, bakeries, toy stores; city life really suits her. How’s it been for you?”
He shrugs, drinking the rest of his beer. “Same old, same old. Have you uh…you know…”
“If you’re referring to telling her father, the answer is no. I’ve cut off all contact before she was born, and stayed that way ever since. Why do you ask?” She raises her eyebrow, crossing her arms.
“No reason, it’s just-”
“Listen, I’d rather not think about him while going into the new year. It kinda defeats the purpose, you know?” Taking the hint, Felix only hugs her and bids farewell for now, saying he was now going to great a few others before the countdown. Sighing in relief that she avoided talked about…you know who, she went right back to looking for her little girl. It was almost time and she hasn’t come running back yet. Odd and…somewhat familiar.
Looking around frantically, Y/n almost missed the feel of someone tugging on her dress. She immediately thought it was Kensington, only for it to be Tiger Lily’s son, Atohi. “Auntie Y/n, hurry! The ball’s about to drop!”
“I’m coming, don’t worry. I just gotta find Kens, I’ll be only a second.” Ruffling his hair, Y/n instantly left to go hunt down her missing daughter. Searching lowly to the ground for her small figure, asking anyone if they’ve seen or heard her, only to come up with nothing. This was frustrating and she was receiving a bad case of deja vu.
Sure, she was being a little over dramatic about the situation, but it was another year Y/n had made it as a single mother. Everyone supported her, close friends and family, but it still was a little confirmation when it was the new year. Her daughter being missing was really shitting on that feeling…
About to call out her name, Y/n froze when she felt a hand rest on her bare shoulder, it’s cold touch leaving goosebumps all over her skin. Slightly tilting her head to see who it was, but still focused on finding Kensington, Y/n nearly choked on air at the last person she expected to be behind the hand. Not to mention who they were holding in their arms, her smile matching his almost perfectly…
“Looking for someone, love?”
Turning around abruptly, Y/n fought the urge for her jaw to drop to the floor, trying not to give him the satisfaction that she was shocked to see him. Even though she was, she’d rather die then let him know that.
“Mama, this is my friend, the one I told you about last year!” Y/n always was suspicious as to why Kensington never introduced these so called ‘friends’ she made the past couple of years. But, she didn’t care, just glad that she was making friends.
Clearing her throat, Y/n responds. “U-Um…that’s great, honey. What’s his name?”
“Peter. Peter Pan. It’s nice to meet you…”
“Y/n. Y/n L/n.” She says through clenched teeth, just wanting to grab her daughter and get far away from him as possible. “Sweetheart, go wait on the couch with Atohi. Mama’s gonna have a little chat with your friend, okay?”
Kensington looked at Peter, and knowing smirk on her face. “I think you’re in trouble.”
“No worries, puppet. You’re mum doesn’t scare me.” He grins, setting the little girl down and chuckling once she starts sprinting. “She’s something else.”
“Yeah, could say the same about you. What the hell are you doing, talking to my daughter?” She goes to seethe, watching his grin drop from his face. It slowly morphed into something more sad, as he scanned her face and figure.
“I think you mean our daughter.” Y/n once again froze, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. “What, you thought you could keep her away from me?”
“Who told you?”
“Doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m better now, and I want to be apart of her life-”
“Not a chance. See ya.” About to leave it at that, Peter was quick to grab her arm and pull her back. “Let go of me. You can’t do this, I told you to stay away from me, you promised-”
“And you promised that you would find someone better, to treat you right. Guess we both lied in that situation, huh love?”
“Stop calling me that, and I didn’t need anyone. Kensington and I are fine how we are.”
“Nice to see that you kept the name I chose. It fits her like a glove, I’ve always wanted a daddy’s girl.”
“And you’re not getting one! She doesn’t need you, I don’t need you, we were fine before you and we’ll be fine after! Now let me go!” Y/n kept tugging, but Peter wasn’t budging. It’s been three years since they’ve spoken, and he’d be damned if he was going to let her slip away. What they both seemed to forget was that there was a countdown…and it was starting without them.
“You know that’s not fair to her. She told me she’s always wanted a father, she even said that she wishes I was her father. What a coincidence that I just happened to be.”
“How dare you even think I would let you walk back into my life-her life? After building a new life for my daughter, away from my fucked up past, you decide to come back! Do you and Newt have meetings on bad timing, or something?”
“I can’t trust you, Peter, you know I can’t. After everything I’ve done, I refuse to start back where I ran from, just so you can play ‘daddy’ for a while. Because I am certainly not marrying you, so there’s no point in asking, so how exactly do you think this is gonna work, huh? Huh?!”
“Love, please, listen-”
“Stop calling me that! What do you want from me?!”
Before she could comprehend, Peter had wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her in close and finally doing what he’s been building up the courage for-for over three years. Their new year’s kiss.